Pornstar

I let out a quiet breathe. My eyes were feeling heavy and lips kept repeating yawn after yawn. Of course I had to get the result now for staying up late last night. From beneath my heavy eye lids, I glance at my boyfriend - Eric - who was writing important notes on his notebook. He usually enjoys Chemistry class and I'm the total opposite of him. Thank God that we didn't have a practical class today. Or else I'd definitely die. This time, a much higher yawn escapes my lips and I press my hand lightly on my mouth. After adjusting myself to see properly by rubbing my eyes, I see the same scene. Which I've been seeing from like half an hour. Mr. Garden talking nonsense about some chemical reactions. While my mind was flooding with the thought - which always is on my mind during this class - that why his name is Garden and even if there's any other person except of his family member who has this surname, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn back to meet my best friend Emily's face and see that it has a smirk at a corner of its lips. She quietly whispers when she watches the shade of confusion growing on my face, "Check your Instagram." A jolt of electricity blows in my spines and suddenly I feel awaken. Quickly after turning in front, I slip out my phone from my pocket. Praying that maybe what she's gesturing me is right and she's not tricking me, I open it. And then I meet the notification which was alone enough to make my heart jump in joy and make my lips smile like crazy. johnnyorlando has uploaded a new photo The moment I was about to click on it, a voice knocks me out. "Ms. Ziegler?" Mr. Garden spoke and I quickly turn my eye glances at him. "What are you doing over your phone?" How am I gonna tell you Mr. Garden that watching this pic right now is the most important task to me?! Or else I might die right here... "Keep it aside and give attention to class." Rather than continuing his boring lecture, he waited for me to reply him. "Uh-I..." I look down at the screen once which had displayed the most ever beautiful notification and then tuck my head upwards, my eyes meeting a old grumpy man with funny glasses who unfortunately appears to be my Chemistry teacher. With my shaky fingers, I shut my phone and sigh, "Yes Mr. Garden." He finally seemed satisfied enough and started talking again as I heard another person speaking from beside me, "What are you doing over your phone when I'm here with you?" I clench my eyebrows at Eric. He literally thinks he's the only one I have to knock on phone? Really? But still I reply, "I was just bored." Mille seconds passed by, replacing with seconds and then minutes. I was so afraid that it might even turn into hours despite knowing the fact that there's only still fifteen minutes left for the class. Still, this fifteen minutes are making me feel like a hell to me. Why Mr. Garden?! Why?! Why do you have to do this unbearable outrage on this sixteen year old kid?! Why couldn't you just let this poor soul check the picture? Why... Then as the bell ringing reaches to my ear and it felt the most beautiful sound to me ever, I was the first one to jump off from my seat. Before anyone could get out, I sprinted out of the room and the very second I tried to reach my phone to see another breathtaking picture, I get called from back. "Kenzie!" I groan and turn back and see Eric speed walking towards me. After he stops just right in front of me, he continues, "Remember? We have the next class together as well. Won't you join?" "Uh-I, I need to pee! Thanks- I mean uh-... I'll be there." I wave my hand at him and take a step back. "Bye!" And then I walked to the bathroom as fast as I can. I think it'd hear more better if I say ran to the bathroom. After locking myself in a stall and sitting on the closed toilet seat, I sigh. Desperately, I open the Instragram app and it welcomes me with an amazing view. Him, leaning against his black Mercedes with his hands delicately tucked into his pockets. Black sunglass on the bridge of his nose as it let his gorgeous hazel eyes coming in view. The picture was cut to only his thighs, revealing a bit of his denim jeans. One word won't be enough. Still I'd say, it's stunning. I didn't care to notice the other figure standing beside him, with her elbows on top of the roof of the car and a pouting face. I didn't even care to notice her name as I sprinted my eyes downwards to see what he has captioned, 'New video this weekend with this beauty.' "Finally," I let out a breath like I just solved a really hard math. A smile automatically appears on my lips and I toss my head back. Finally, after one and a half month - he'd upload. Means, another great chance to see those looks of his again, in a different way. The past videos are fully memorized in my head, like a data entered in a robot's memory. The thought of a thin layer of sweat covering his bare cleavages just makes my day. And then how his expressions changes while thrusting, replaced by a different look while releasing. And then, when my eyes just draws down to his hard erection, watching its every move as it pulls out and then... "Oh f**k," I gasp and try not to sink deeper into the thoughts. I definitely wouldn't ever want to start m**********g here, at least at school. I glance down at the picture displayed on the screen of my phone and study it again, I know what's the background, it's New York. He's here for a couple of days for his photo shoot. Even if we're at the same city. There's no f*****g chance that we'd meet. Never. Keeping my sad story aside, I bring my eyes down to his jeans which had his hands in its pockets. And then much downwards, to his zipper. I wish I had a super vision or something, so that I could see what's underneath the zipper. I'm sure a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and then underneath it, his length... I choke on air and quickly shut my phone off. Only this pose is enough for me to imagine thousands of things, I'm thinking how would I handle the next video. I inhale and exhale the air as I try hard to reduce the warmness in every single spine of mine. Thanks to Emily for letting me see the pic. Or else I didn't even plan out to peek in my phone for the rest of the day. Only she is aware of my crush on Johnny. Neither anyone else. Specially, Eric. Cause what would I tell to him? "Hey Eric? You know I have a huge crush on a pornstar who's seven years older than me!" Or, would I say, "Hey Eric! Go check out Johnny Orlando's porn videos! I actually like him a lot..." I huff. It would be of course great not to tell him. If he knows that he's girlfriend is literally ready to die for a pornstar, he'd run away that very moment. And what would even happen if he doesn't know? I'm at least not cheating on him with Johnny...well, I wish I could but that's only possible in my dreams. Deciding to go to back to class, I stand up and make my way out of the stall. Then my reflection falls on the mirror and I stand still for a moment. There's no problem of being a fan of a pornstar. Many people are. Also, Johnny is not even only a pornstar. He's also a Calvin Klein model, right? He did some modeling for Target too. I shrug my shoulders. What's the problem? I swung the door open and see Emily leaning against the grey metal locker in front, talking with Gabrielle. I tuck a few hair strands behind my ear and walk to them. "Hey Gabby," I pat on my blondie friends shoulder and stand beside her. "Oh hey Kenz, what are you doing here? Don't you got class?" Gabrielle squints her eyebrows at me. "Yeah, yeah, I know." I roll my eyes in a funny manner as she chuckles. "Have fun with both," I point at Emily, "of your off-period suckers." "You're welcome." Emily bents down a little, earning another chuckle from Gabby. "So, how was the pic?" "Another glance of a Greek God. You know how fantastic it'd be." I wink at her and turn on my heels to walk away. I hear Gabby asking Emily about what pic and like always Emily makes a lame excuse that it's some actor's picture. I just love her. × "That'd be ten dollars." I turn to the little boy, who's face was being barely shown for the counter. He places a ten dollar note on the counter and grabs the bag of chips, walking away from the store. I sigh and sit down on the chair and again start watching people surfing out and into the store. This new job as a cashier is boring as hell. But my parents strictly said a big NO for buying me those pair of dashing high heels and blood red top. They said, 'Dear, you're grown up now. If you want something, try to buy it by yourself.' And blah blah blah! So here I am. A shopping basket directly lands on front of me, making me snap out of my thoughts. I let out a breath and stand up. When I was about to reach to pack the things in it, my eyes stop on the customer. I didn't know if I lost my balance or not but I felt like I did. My knees were weak and eyes widened. An extremely hot recognizable guy in all black with the recognizable sunglasses with a recognizable black iPhone X was standing there, doing something on his phone. I gulp and pinch myself, several times. No Kenzie, you're not dreaming. I clearly look, oh God I'm literally not dreaming! "Any problem?" He spoke and I swear I just fell on the floor. The voice - oh God - it's also recognizable! I shake my head no and he again started to type on his phone. Oh God, oh God, oh God, I wish you're just not tricking me by making a clone of Johnny f*****g Orlando just right in front of me.